for the @fundyfiles gift exchange, i wrote for @ivi-prism !! i used the prompts "afternoon picnic," "chill morning on dsmp," and "calm afternoon by a lake."
i hope you enjoy !!
(also i hope you don't mind i made it fwt (also also there might be spelling mistakes, sorry about that lmao))
"shhh! oh my god shut up," fundy giggled. "you're gonna get us caught."
he pulled along a quietly laughing dream, his attempts at quelling his laughter failing as he watches his boyfriends childish glee.
“ok! ok! i’m sorry, i get it!” dream giggled quietly.
the two continued on, brushing aside low hanging branches and bushes from their path. fundy glanced back behind them before grabbing dream’s hand, lacing their fingers together. dream blushed and bit his lip to suppress his grin.
“cute,” fundy remarks about his boyfriend’s sheepish reaction, “we’ve been dating for however long and you blush when i hold your hand.”
fundy’s cheeks redden at the subtle stake of claim dream laid on him and grips his hand tighter.
“ha! look who’s blushing now!” dream teased.
fundy scoffed and pushed aside a branch, tugging dream forward and releasing the branch to allow it to smack his face.
“oh my f---ing god,” dream laughed. “this is abvse, this is actually abvse! you’re so mean to me!”
“you love me though, don’t lie.”
“never said i didn’t,” dream grinned.
“you’re insufferable, just hurry up.”
dream rolled his eyes and allowed fundy to dictate their speed again, leading him through the last bit of trees before they arrived at a small, open area within the woods, where the trees aren’t too dense and the atmosphere is soft and peaceful. they’ve claimed this opening and it’s pond as their own, untouched by war and corruption, their safe space.
the easy banter and playful bickering from the trip dies down, and the couple settle into a comfortable silence as they make their way towards the base of an old willow tree. the branches hang low, and the leaves even lower.
under the protection of the tree’s leaves, fundy pulls out a small picnic basket from the hollow base of the tree and leads dream as he climbs up the trunk. they relax into each other with their weight supported by a sturdy limb, and their favorite foods are pulled from the basket.
dream gently turns fundys head towards him and fondly whispers, “i love you.”
fundy hums, smiling softly, and leans into dream, their lips pressing together. there’s no urgency in their kiss, no rush to do more, the pair content to allow themselves the soft and intimate moment they so rarely get.
dream pulls back first, his hands migrating to the top of fundy’s head and gently playing with the soft fur on his ears. fundy’s tail swishes happily, and dream chuckles at his endearing behavior.
the afternoon progresses with the couple eating their food, sharing small kisses between every bite, and quiet affirmations of love.
as all things must come to an end, fundy breaks the comfortable atmosphere.
“i know you don’t want to hear this now,” he says cautiously.
“then don’t say it- simple.” dream quips.
fundy pointedly ignores him, looks away and continues, “my father wants to prepare an attack soon. he wants to use his whole “no fighting” policy to make you think the badlands attacked you rather than him; try to weaken you by making you spread yourself too thin and fight too many people.”
dream guides fundy’s gaze back to him, “i don’t care what wilbur’s going to do. not here, not now, not when i’m with you.”
dream holds fundy’s face gently, and fundy softens, nuzzling into his boyfriend’s hand.
another silence descends upon them, this time one of understanding and respect and, mostly importantly, love.
“come on,” dream says, dropping gracefully to the ground below, “let’s see our fish.”
fundy grins and follows suit, their hands clasped once again as they head down to the pond. when they reach the edge of the pond, fundy dips his claws into the water and wiggles them around, creating small ripples that disturb the water.
a small, white fish appears at the surface from the depths of the water, attracted by the prospect of food.
"mozzarella!" dream exclaims, "hi, baby. how's my favorite girl?"
fundy's gaze on dream is filled with fondness. there's no sight in the world great enough to rival dream with a soft smile and love in his eyes.
unable to resist, fundy sneaks a peck on dreams lips and nuzzles into his neck. dream's smile widens and he whispers softly into fundy's hair, "baby, it's almost sunset. we gotta get going soon, or wilbur's gonna kill you"
"ugh, fuck wilbur. i wish i could just stay here, with you, and not have to worry about stupid countries and petty wars."
dream kisses his forehead. "c'mon, you know that won't happen. let me take you home."
the couple turn to mozzarella and bid her farewell, until next time. their walk home is filled with silent confessions of their love- quick kisses, squeezing each other's hands, presenting freshly picked wildflowers they find along the path.
after however long that felt too short, their footsteps fall silent as they reach the edge of the woods that border the black and yellow walls of l'manberg.
as the day comes to a close and dream is ready to depart, he presses his lips against fundy's once more, a hand on his cheek and one on his waist, and fundy's arms around his neck.
they pull apart, their foreheads touching, and fundy whispers, "i'll see you soon, and stay safe. i love you."
dream quickly kisses him once more, his own way of reciprocating fundy's declaration of love. the couple finally separate, and fundy jogs home, looking back to wave at dream.
as he passes through the entrance of the wall, the peace of nightfall is disrupted by the shouts of wilbur, "FUN JONATAHAN MICAHEL VINCENT GEORGINA JAMES SUS DY."
dream's wheeze is the last sound fundy hears as he sprints home with his tail tucked between his legs.
So, for @fundyfiles' winter gift exchange I got @theweatherforecast!! I wrote something based on the Dreamon Hunters stream so I'm pretty sure it fits what you asked for! It also ended up being... pretty long, but I hope that's alright?? Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this!
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“Are you sure you didn’t notice anything weird in his behavior?” Tubbo asked for what felt like the thousandth time. “No changes?”
“None,” Fundy answered flatly, but couldn’t keep his mind from running back to all the interactions he had with Dream in the past week or so. There was a concerningly low amount of those. “Uhh… I guess he was busy recently, we didn’t talk too much…” he admitted despite knowing how well would that end.
“Was he avoiding you?” Tubbo asked without skipping a beat. No, Dream wasn’t avoiding him! He was a busy man, sometimes they just couldn’t meet, that was understandable!
“No, he’s not. This is normal. He has things to do,” he responded. He left out how ‘Dream being busy’ never went on for so long before, that would be just asking for Tubbo to question everything further.
“...Okay. Can you go check on him, at least?” the said boy requested, and Fundy let out a frustrated groan. “Dreamons are a serious thing, Fundy! If one is after him, we need to react now.”
“Can you tell me why would there be a dreamon after him?” the fox hybrid asked. Assuming that those things even existed, why would they go after just Dream, no one else? Why was he the only suspect?!
“Well, he could be a good host to one. He doesn’t talk too much with others, so it’s hard to notice any changes… he wears a mask, so any side effects of possession are easier to hide… he has a lot of resources, so the Dreamon could do whatever it wanted…” he started naming, glancing down at the book in his hands between his points. A book that supposedly explained what ‘Dreamons’ were, and a book Fundy was not allowed to read.
“Okay, okay, fine,” the fox hybrid stopped him. He wasn’t convinced, but he wasn’t about to sit there and listen to all this either. “I can check on him. Make sure he’s not… possessed, or whatever those things do,” he reluctantly agreed. He meant to speak to Dream soon either way.
“Thank you. Good luck,” Tubbo nodded, and seemed very happy to have ‘convinced’ him. Fundy decided against asking why he’d need luck.
Soon after Tubbo left, claiming he had other dreamon-related things to handle, Fundy prepared to look for Dream. There weren’t many places he could check, and he was certain most of those would be empty… just one seemed like a good spot to go to, his fiance’s house. He probably wouldn’t be there, he stopped there mostly to grab resources and continue whatever he was doing, but he stopped there, so leaving a note in it would be enough to arrange a meeting soon. With that in mind, Fundy grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down a short message he was sure could get the point across.
“Hey Dream, please meet me soon? I’ll be in my tower. ~Fundy”
With the note in his pocket, he left his house and started the short journey to Dream’s place. It would only take him a couple of minutes to get there, so he figured he should focus on coming up with what to say if the man was, by some miracle, there, but he still couldn’t help getting lost in his thoughts. “Dream is actually possessed, you just didn’t notice” was not something he expected to hear ever, in his entire life… and yet that statement summarized his entire conversation with Tubbo pretty well. He’d know if something was actually happening with his fiance, though, right? He knew Dream so well, he could tell if something was “possessing” him the very second that started, he would realize before anyone else could even notice anything odd about the man’s behavior… Yeah, he was sure. He ignored the worry at the back of his mind and tried to focus on just getting to his house instead.
He knocked on the door and waited around a surprising amount of time for someone who had no idea what he’d even say after a “hello”. He wasn’t sure why he was so hopeful to see Dream this soon, maybe he wanted the worry that his talk with Tubbo brought him gone for good? Maybe he believed that if they just talked with no preparations, they’d still figure everything out? Or maybe he simply missed him after not seeing him for so long? He wasn’t sure, and wasn’t sure if he’d like his own answer if he spent too long wondering about it… and before he could, he already accepted that Dream wasn’t there. With a low sigh, he pulled out his note and carefully slipped it under the door. He’d get to speak with his fiance soon, and he was certain that everything would clear up the very moment that happened.
Just a day later, moments after the sun got too low to call it noon anymore, there was a knock on Fundy’s door. He turned to look in its direction, confused for a split second before he made out a green and white shape through the foggy glass, and smiled. Dream. He must’ve found the note already, and his visit itself was proof that he wasn’t ‘avoiding’ him, wasn’t it? With a smile growing on his face, Fundy went over to the door and opened it before his fiance would be forced to knock again.
“Hey!” he greeted the moment they were face to face. Despite looking at just a mask, he could tell Dream relaxed the moment he heard his cheerful voice.
“Hey. You wanted me to visit?” the man excused his presence, and lifted up a slightly-crumpled piece of paper. Fundy easily recognized it as the note he wrote.
“Yeah, yeah, I wanted to talk to you! Come inside,” he invited, stepping out of the doorway. Without a complaint, Dream entered his house.
“Thanks,” he said quietly, and for a moment they fell silent. “Is everything alright?” he asked eventually.
“Oh, yeah, I’m alright, I just missed you!” Fundy explained, and Dream seemed to relax even more upon hearing that.
“I missed you too,” he answered, and subconsciously allowed his hand to push his mask to the side. That seemingly small gesture brightened Fundy’s smile, it was something the man only did when they were alone, and no ‘dreamon’ could possibly imitate that. “I had a lot of things to handle, but I promise I’m almost done with them. If you want, we can meet to catch up when I finally finish everything,” he offered.
“Sounds great!” Fundy nodded enthusiastically. If he was getting a date out of this, then he minded the worry talking with Tubbo caused him slightly less. A possible date soon! Out of some crazy conspiracy theory! He could really live with that. “I knew you weren’t avoiding me,” he added quietly, and even though he didn’t mean to do so, it got Dream’s attention.
“Why would I be avoiding you?” he asked, and seemed genuinely surprised by the suggestion. The fox hybrid quickly shook his head as he collected his thoughts, trying to find a good response to that.
“No, I- I didn’t think you were, I’m just… I talked to Tubbo, and he suggested that. I knew you weren’t….!” his voice trailed off, but Dream nodded slowly, so Fundy assumed he accepted that as an answer. “Yeah. I think he just didn’t see you for too long and got worried? He wanted to know if you were okay, so he asked me,” he added, figuring that it was important enough to mention.
“I am,” Dream answered without skipping a beat. “I don’t talk to Tubbo too often, but I’m fine, I’m not avoiding anyone, I was just busy,” he added slowly, and Fundy nodded along.
“Yeah, yeah, I knew he was wrong. I knew!” he smiled, but the assurance still lifted some weight off his shoulders. Of course Dream was alright! Why wouldn’t he be? “Yeah, Tubbo wasn’t even making any sense… and I’m sure he made up half the words he used,” he joked, and Dream hummed in amusement.
“Is that so?” he asked, resting his shoulder against the staircase he was standing by. Fundy nodded, and couldn’t help feeling like this cheerful moment was the best possible outcome of this conversation.
“Yeah! What even is a dreamon, right?” he was about to laugh, but the sound seemed to be stuck in his throat all of the sudden. Something was wrong.
Dream went unnaturally still, and his expression was suddenly blank as he stared directly at Fundy. The tension grew with each second, and even though only a moment passed, it certainly felt like hours. The fox hybrid regretted saying that, regretted opening his mouth at all, he wanted to take it back… he didn’t even know what was wrong with what he said, but Dream’s reaction was enough to tell him he shouldn’t have. His fiance’s usual love-filled gaze was suddenly sharp, each breath he took felt like a hazard… and suddenly, he was stumbling back to avoid having a sword pressed to his throat.
“How much do you know?” Dream asked, his voice so unnaturally calm for the situation that Fundy’s insides twisted. It almost didn’t sound like the man he loved anymore.
His back was against the wall already, his house was nowhere big enough for this… he stared at the sword pointed at him, just inches away, and then at the man holding it. He spent so long believing that Dream would never hurt him, that he’d do anything to avoid doing that, and yet the sword in his hands wasn’t wooden, this wasn’t a playful fight nor a spar. There was a netherite-reinforced enchanted sword so close to him that he’d have no time to react if his fiance decided to…
“D-Dream?” he stuttered out, and a grimace crossed the man’s face. Fundy’s throat still wasn’t impaled, but he wasn’t sure for how long that would last.
“How much do you know, Fundy?” he demanded again, and Fundy could swear the weapon was closer. How much did he know about what?! He’d point out how they needed to establish the topic of the question if he was supposed to give the right answer, but having his life on the line kept him quiet… and with the cold look in his fiance’s eyes, he was certain that was the case.
“I don’t- I don’t know, I’m…!” he tried to answer, but his words were getting caught in his throat just as easily as his breath. Dream spent a moment longer just staring at him, analyzing the presumably-pitiful position the fox hybrid scrambled into while backing away, before slowly lowering the sword.
“Good,” he said, and at this point, Fundy was sure this didn’t sound like his Dream. That was one of the main reasons he didn’t even think about stopping the man when he turned to leave, keeping his sword in his hand. “Don’t get involved in this, Fundy. You don’t want to get hurt, do you?”
He just shook his head, he didn’t trust his voice to not reveal his panic, and silently watched as the man left his home. Even once he was alone, once the door was closed and there was no way for Dream to go back inside quickly, the fox hybrid still stayed pressed against the wall for a moment longer… just for safety. Eventually, he allowed himself to slightly relax and sit down on the floor instead, trying to take a couple of deep breaths and comprehend what just happened. Why would Dream… do that? This was nowhere close to how he usually acted, and their conversation seemed to be going fine up until- oh. Up until Fundy brought up dreamons. That’s when everything changed, that’s when… oh no. Through his shock, he still pushed himself to his feet and almost ran to the door. He wasn’t sure what exactly was happening, but he knew that if anyone could do anything to help, it’d be Tubbo.
By the time Fundy left his house, Dream was nowhere in sight, most likely using some ender pearls to leave faster… for the first time ever, the fox hybrid didn’t really mind that. He had no idea where to even find Tubbo, so he just ran down the prime path as fast as his legs let him, and hoped that somehow he’d find him… and that Dream wasn’t looking too. He did mention how Tubbo was the one to tell him about dreamons, and how he was already suspicious of the man… in hindsight, that could’ve been a mistake. He now had three things to do instead of two, find Tubbo, warn him, and then at least try to help his fiance… there had to be a way to do that, right? As he finally spotted the boy near Tommy’s house, wearing a strange coat but at least still okay, he figured he’d get the answer for that soon.
“Tubbo!” he called out as soon as he decided he was within his earshot. His assumption turned out to be right, because he got Tubbo’s attention with that.
“Fundy?” he asked, visibly confused by the fox hybrid’s sudden appearance. Fundy continued running until he’d no longer have to scream and… oh, he didn’t even think about what he’d say when he finally finds him.
“I need help. You- you were right,” he started, and a look of concern appeared on Tubbo’s face… but the confusion still didn’t leave it either. “...Dream is… there’s something wrong. There’s something wrong, and it’s… I think you were right,” he added, and the confusion immediately vanished.
“What?” Tubbo asked, his expression so gravely serious it was almost concerning on its own. “What happened? What did he do? Did you meet him?” he started questioning, and for once Fundy didn’t mind. He nodded a short confirmation.
“Yeah, yeah, he came over... and he seemed fine, but then… Then I mentioned dreamons and he suddenly… threatened me with his sword, told me to stay out of this, and left! I- I don’t even know where he went!” he explained. Saying what happened out loud for the first time was almost as shocking as experiencing it.
“Alright. That’s… worrying,” Tubbo nodded, and concern seemed to flash in his expression before he put on a brave face. “I can help,” he assured. He set down the back he’s been carrying and searched through it briefly.
“What are you looking for?” Fundy asked, trying to see what Tubbo was even carrying around. Instead of answering, the boy pulled out a coat identical to the one he was wearing and held it out.
“Do you want to hunt Dreamons with me, Fundy?” he asked. The fox hybrid paused for a second, thinking… yeah, he wanted to. If there was anything he could do to help, he would.
“...Yeah. Yeah, let’s… I do,” he nodded slowly, and carefully took the coat out of Tubbo’s hands.
“Good. Put it on, the symbol on the back should protect you,” the boy instructed. Fundy did so without a question. How a simple symbol could provide any help was the last of his worries. “Now come on, we need to get you a gold sword and a hoe, then we can look for Dream. We’ll help him… or at least we’ll stop the Dreamon.”
Fundy’s gut twisted upon hearing the last part, he really didn’t like the implications of that… but he just nodded and followed. This was not the time to question anything, he just had to trust that Tubbo knew what he was doing and hope that they could still save Dream. Yeah, he’d do all he could to help his dear fiance, he’d try anything before… he didn’t want to think about what could be their last resort. He’d save Dream, that was all he allowed himself to think as Tubbo led him somewhere where they could get the needed gear.
Before he even knew it, Fundy was holding a gold sword in one of his hands and waiting for Tubbo to pass him a diamond hoe already. The two items were apparently important, Tubbo claimed that gold was the most effective in fighting Dreamons and that the creatures couldn’t cross hoed land… On one hand, that sounded unbelievable, but on the other one, the fox hybrid’s fiance was currently possessed, nothing was too crazy to believe it anymore. That was why he kept his slight doubts to himself and silently followed Tubbo around as they tried to find Dream. With no clue where to start, they ended up wandering the prime path back and forth, checking all the buildings nearby and looking in any hiding spot they could think of, but the man was nowhere in sight. Just as Fundy started to suspect they were doing something wrong, and allowed himself to fall slightly behind as they were climbing up to where he first ran into Tubbo, the boy paused. That was… strange, this was the 3rd or 4th time they ended up there, what could’ve possibly changed in the last 15 minutes?
“Tubbo!” Dream’s voice sounded out from the top. Fundy sped up, but even before getting to the point where Tubbo stopped, he had no doubt it was his fiance up there. “I’ve been looking for you-”
As soon as Fundy got to Tubbo’s side and finally saw Dream, the man’s voice trailed off. With everyone frozen still and silent, he found himself just staring at the man’s mask, and he could swear he felt Dream’s gaze on himself… after a moment of that strange staredown, he couldn’t help but take a step to move behind Tubbo. He wasn’t scared of getting hurt, he would never do this if that was the case, he just… really, really wanted to get out of the man’s sight. Being taller, his gesture didn’t help much, and he was sure Dream’s head tilted slightly to follow him… before he knew it, his grip on the gold sword tightened. Well, that was pointless, he realized. No matter what, he knew he couldn’t bring himself to hurt Dream, even if the man was to attack him first, and even if he was possessed.
“Oh. Never mind, then.” Dream said finally, and turned away to leave. His voice sounded so casual and unbothered that for a second, Fundy started doubting if there was any real proof that he was possessed- Oh, right. Of course there was. This wasn’t even close to how the man usually behaved, not to mention what happened when they ‘talked’ earlier- Growing even more concerned, he quickly exchanged looks with Tubbo.
“...Keep your hoe ready,” he instructed quietly, and motioned for Fundy to follow. The fox hybrid nodded, fixed his grip on the tool, and silently climbed to the top of the path, staying right behind Tubbo. They then stepped over to the nearby grass, and the boy took a deep breath before calling out. “Dreamon, I will need you to come with us!”
Just as the last time that word was said around Dream, it changed his attitude completely. He stopped in his tracks, slowly turned to face the two, and the next thing they knew, he was already rushing in their direction. Tubbo was the first one to react, mostly because he knew how to react, and used his hoe to mark a line between the man and the two of them. When he started to extend it so it would surround them, Fundy caught on and helped to close the circle in the ground just before Dream got to them. Just as Tubbo claimed before, the Dreamon in front of them seemed unable to get to their side. They both spent a moment in silence, as if to make sure he couldn’t find a way to reach them, but eventually, Fundy turned to look at Tubbo.
“Okay, what now?” he asked. The boy lowered his tools and pulled out the book he had with himself before, quickly skimming through the pages before pausing.
“...Now we can help him. He has to follow us, but he’ll try to attack if we’re not careful…” he paused, flipping to another page somewhere further in the book. “...We have to take him somewhere where we can perform a… ritual. I have everything prepared by Bad and Skeppy’s mansion, we just have to get there.”
“Okay,” Fundy nodded slowly. He then took a moment to look at his fiance, standing still just by the line they marked in the grass and waiting for them to step out of it, absolutely silent. “...How do we do that?” he asked.
“We just need to make more lines, that should keep us safe,” Tubbo responded. Well, with Dream still that should be easy- as if on the mark, the man moved from his spot and started to walk around the circle. That made things… more difficult. With the man out of the way, Fundy also noticed that not all the way to the mansion had grass by the path.
“And how do we get past there?” he asked, pointing at the place where the path turned into more of a bridge than anything else. Tubbo looked over there and paused for a moment before flipping through the pages of his book again.
“...Okay, so…” he closed the book, tucked it away in the biggest pocket of his coat, and moved it to the side to reveal a potion strapped to his side. “I’m pretty sure this can also work. I’ll drink it, and you’ll have to stick close,” he explained.
“Got it,” Fundy nodded. After hesitating for just a second, Tubbo drank the potion and carefully stepped out of the circle. Dream was immediately at his side, but didn’t even try to attack. After figuring it was safe, Tubbo motioned for Fundy to join him.
“Looks like it works. Come on, we only have a bit of time before it runs out,” he reminded, and the fox hybrid carefully crossed the line too, clutching his sword close. He wouldn’t be able to hurt Dream, but at least he could use it to block an attack if needed… luckily, it didn’t come to that.
They moved down the prime path swiftly, with Dream just a step or so behind them at all times. Fundy did his best to stay as close to Tubbo as possible, and the boy was walking just slow enough for him to keep up without issues, but he was still pretty sure he noticed Dream reaching after him and almost grabbing his coat a time or two. Still, they reached the mansion without getting attacked by his possessed fiance and stopped right in front of a strange arch Fundy noticed the last time they passed by this place, but never bothered to point out. He figured it was just some dumb prank or ‘modern art’, but now that they were standing under it, and Dream seemed repulsed by the sheer look of it, he started to suspect it was something more. As if to confirm that, Tubbo dug through his pocket, pulled something out, placed it in Fundy’s hands, and turned to look at Dream.
“Dreamon, I need you to go stand under the ritual arc,” he announced, taking a step back and dragging Fundy with him. With something between a grunt and a growl, the man followed the instruction. “Okay, now Fundy? Go back to the other side of the arch. He shouldn’t hurt you.”
“...Sure,” the fox hybrid nodded, and did his best to not focus on the last part. He carefully stepped further from Tubbo, and when Dream didn’t move from his spot, he quickly crossed the arch. He then finally looked down at his hands and found an… egg? At this point, he didn’t feel like questioning anything further.
“Alright. Now… Dreamon, repeat after me,” Tubbo said. Dream’s head was still turned to face him, as if Fundy wasn’t even there. Tubbo took a deep breath and pulled out his book again. This time, he knew exactly which page he needed. “...I am one.”
“I am one,” Dream repeated. Could… could Fundy even still call him that?
His voice was nothing like he recalled it being. It was rough, hoarse, and barely even sounded human. No, it was like a poor imitation of his beloved fiance, a poor imitation of any human’s voice. Not only that, it seemed to be getting worse with each phrase repeated after Tubbo. That was… good, he supposed? He hoped it was. He hoped it meant that the ritual was working, not that something was going horribly wrong. At some point, the man started twitching, it was first just his fingers, then his head, and now suddenly his entire body was trembling… again, it was hopefully a good thing. Fundy anxiously watched all that happen, at this point just waiting for his fiance to lose his balance and fall, but that never happened. His voice was raspy enough to make all his words intelligible, but he didn’t seem to be bluffing.
“...On my mark, we will perform the action and stand back. You will then be free!” Tubbo exclaimed, and the man didn’t repeat it this time. Fundy snapped out of his state and felt a brief wave of panic, what action?! Did he miss something?! “Fundy, throw the egg!”
Any other day, this would be the stupidest idea ever, an order he’d never follow, an instruction he’d just laugh at… but now, he didn’t even hesitate before chucking the item in Dream’s direction. It seemed to smash even before it made contact with him, leaving him clean and with two eggshells by his feet. An invisible wave seemed to pass in the air, almost pushing Fundy’s hat off of his head and ruffling his coat, and then his fiance dropped to his knees and hung his head low… was it his fiance? Or was it the… the Dreamon? That question stopped Fundy from rushing to his side as soon as that happened.
“Stay there, I’ll get over to you,” Tubbo called out, and carefully walked around the arch. He jumped over a small gap between Bad and Skeppy’s land and the prime path, ending up just by Fundy’s side. “We can’t go anywhere near him until the ritual is done.”
“How do we know it is?” Fundy asked, watching Dream just in case the man would suddenly move. Tubbo stayed silent for a moment before pulling out his book and flipping through it.
“I don’t know, I guess it’s just… uh…” he muttered, growing slightly more desperate with each page he went through. Before he could find anything, Dream started to cough loudly.
“Dream?!” Fundy asked, and took a step forward until Tubbo stopped him. “Tubbo, he’s- Something’s wrong, he’s-” he tried to argue. The boy seemed alarmed as well, but much less eager to intervene.
“...I’ll check on him,” he decided finally, passing Fundy the book and taking a couple of steps towards the man.
Fundy glanced down at the item and only one thing caught his eye - a red line of text saying ‘Under no circumstance approach the possessed until the ritual is over’. He… liked the idea of walking up to Dream slightly less now, maybe they should wait for a second or so longer? Before he could suggest that, Tubbo was already almost at Dream’s side, reaching out to him and nervously calling his name. Fundy looked up just in time to see his fiance’s head snap up, and a bright flash of green appear, accompanied by the sound of an explosion. The next thing he knew, Tubbo was thrown back onto the prime path, and Dream in the direction of the mansion.
“Tubbo?!” Fundy called out, rushing over to the other Dreamon Hunter’s side and crouching down, gently shaking him when he got no response. When that didn’t change for a moment, he looked up to see if at least Dream was okay. The first thing he noticed was the shards of the man’s mask under the arch. “...Dream? Tubbo?!” he asked again. This time, the boy let out a quiet grunt of pain as a response. “Are you okay?!”
“...Yeah, yeah….” he muttered, and slowly sat up. Fundy assisted him in that, and couldn’t find any noticeable wounds on him. “...And that’s why you don’t approach someone during the ritual,” he added, looking down at the things left under the arch, and then at Dream.
“Got it,” Fundy nodded, and handed him back the book. He had a feeling Tubbo knew how to use it much better than him. He then noticed Dream slowly move his hand in an attempt to push himself off the ground. “...Tubbo, he’s up,” he informed, and the boy immediately scrambled to his feet.
“We need to get out of here,” he announced, but seemed a bit too dizzy to keep his balance. Fundy offered him a helping hand to keep him from falling, but Tubbo just grabbed him and started to lead him away from the arch. “We broke the ritual, this is… bad.”
“What does that mean?!” Fundy asked, stumbling slightly as he followed Tubbo. With his balance apparently back, the boy flipped a page or two in his book.
“...That the lines or the potions won’t help anymore, he’s just… we have to…” his voice trailed off. Fundy hated what he figured he could hear next. He glanced back and found Dream stumbling after them, limping, with an angered expression on his face. He was barely close enough to notice how the expression was slightly exaggerated and how there was something clearly wrong with it… he supposed that was what Tubbo meant when he mentioned the mask hiding things. Luckily, he didn’t seem to be getting any closer to them, and once he got to a steeper part of the path, he seemed to resign and change the direction he was going in. For a split second, Fundy was relieved, but then he remembered it was the direction of the man’s secret base… uh oh. He slowed down, and Tubbo did the same. “...Fundy, we’ll have to…”
“No,” the fox hybrid shook his head, not letting the other Dreamon Hunter finish. No, after all this, they were not doing… whatever they ‘had’ to do. They weren’t hurting Dream, they weren’t killing Dream, they weren’t… doing anything like that! “T-there has to be something else we can do, we have a moment, let’s look through that book and…!”
“We’re-” Tubbo paused. He glanced over at Dream, watching him stumble to his base. “...Alright, let’s look,” he agreed, starting to flip through the pages.
They spent the next minute or so standing there, Tubbo reading through the book and Fundy making sure Dream wasn’t leaving his house and approaching them. With each sound of flipping a page, the fox hybrid couldn’t help but feel a wave of worry and… guilt? He was the one who started approaching, it was his fault the ritual was broken, if he just wasn’t so…! Tubbo quietly gasped and seemed to focus on a specific page for a moment longer, and even that got the fox hybrid’s attention. Finally, the boy looked up from it, and a slight smile crossed his face
“...I think there’s a way out of this,” he announced, holding the page out for Fundy to see. The letters were so small it was almost impossible to read. Before he could even try, Tubbo took it back to say what he found himself. “...A fond memory of the host could allow them to break free of the Dreamon’s influence even if other attempts failed. Romantic memories are proven to work best and even in the worst cases,” he quoted before looking up at Fundy again. “...Any ideas?”
“...Wait…” the fox hybrid muttered, searching his mind to find the best memory he could bring up. When did Dream feel the happiest around him, what could…. Oh. He quickly found an answer to that. “...I think- If I recreated my proposal to him… that could work, right?. That has to work!”
“...Yeah, it should!” Tubbo nodded after giving it a second of thought. Fundy felt nothing but relieved, there was still a way to help Dream! “What do you need?”
“...A diamond. I’ll make a car, you get the diamond, that’s all I’ll need,” he decided. The upside to proposing in an almost-empty parking lot was that there wasn’t too much to recreate.
“I’ll get that for you, where do we meet?” Tubbo asked. Fundy took a second to think about it… he proposed during the night, but it was still bright outside… Maybe some shade would work? And where else would he find shade outside if not under Purpled’s UFO?
“...Under Purpled’s base. Alright?”
“Perfect.”
With no way to check where Dream was, Fundy did his best to move fast. He “borrowed” some resources he could use to create something that would resemble a car well enough and immediately rushed to Purpled’s UFO, getting there ages before Tubbo. Without wasting a second, he put together what he had, and while it looked like it was on the verge of falling apart, it had to be enough. He tried to add some details to the “car”, anything that could ensure that this would work... This had to work. They had to save Dream. Just as he secured the last glass pane he managed to integrate into his build, he heard footsteps behind himself. That was good, they made it in time-
“I thought you didn’t want to get hurt, Fundy,” the voice supposed to sound like his fiance’s taunted him. That was… Bad. He swiftly turned around and found Dream standing there, a netherite sword in his hand and a displeased look on his face. He knew there were healing items in his base, he just didn’t expect the man to be back so quickly-
“...I’m just trying to help you,” he answered. He needed time. He needed to get more time, so that Tubbo could get there.
“By killing him?” Dream… or should Fundy just call him a Dreamon at this point? Whoever he was, his question brought a slight shock to the fox hybrid. “...You know that whatever this is, it’ll kill him, right?”
“...No, it won’t. It’ll just… get rid of you, it won’t hurt him!” the fox hybrid argued. The man in front of him laughed, and it was the most sickening sound to ever reach his ears.
“No, Fundy. He’ll die with me. When the ritual was broken, it ruined your chances. We’re one, if you try to get rid of me, he’ll suffer from it too,” he explained, and Fundy’s gut turned. That… wasn’t true, right? “Thank you for that.”
“That’s not true!” the fox hybrid answered. “No, that’s not… he’ll be fine, I can still… he’ll be fine!” he exclaimed. Dream would be fine, he always was. At the end of each day, they got to fall asleep in each other’s embrace, and this one would be no different.
“You don’t know much about Dreamons, do you?” the man asked. “If you want him to live, don’t try anything,” he added. And he was right, in a way, all Fundy knew about Dreamons was from Tubbo, and all Tubbo knew was from the book… the book. The book said that this would work even if something else failed! So this had to be a lie! He just had to keep the conversation going, keep the Dreamon there until… Just in time, he noticed Tubbo quietly sneaking over, staying on the prime path and holding up a single diamond. Great, now he just had to get behind the Dreamon to take it…
“The book said it won’t hurt him, I know you’re lying. I know exactly what to do, I’ll just-” he didn’t even finish when the man rushed towards him, preparing to swing his sword. So he was right, the Dreamon was bluffing! He tried to block the initial attack with his gold sword, and before the man could stop him, he slipped by his side and broke into a sprint in Tubbo’s direction.
“Get back here-” the man called after him, turning around in order to chase after him. Before he could, Fundy already held the ring in his hands. After a deep breath, he turned to face the Dreamon, this had to work, they had to save his fiance-
“Do you remember this, Dream?” he asked, and the man stopped just one step into the chase. He could swear he saw another flash of green appear, but no one was hurt. “...Do you remember the ring? The car? The- the date we had? Do you remember the movie… Do you remember this?”
By the time he asked that again, the man was barely standing on his feet. There was something alien in his face, an unfamiliar expression of confusion, anger, pain, and sorrow… Fundy paused for a moment, taking a single step closer and holding up the diamond. It was… close enough to a ring. He gave Dream a moment to try to remember, to do whatever he had to… there was no way this would actually hurt his fiance, right? Even without hearing anything else, the man still slowly lowered himself to his knees, maintaining eye contact. Fundy tried to come up with anything else about the memory worth mentioning.
“...There was also food, do you remember the food?” he asked, and was certain he saw another green flash this time.
“...Do you want some bread?” Tubbo asked quietly. Not sure if something bad would happen if he looked away or said something unrelated, Fundy just nodded and held out a hand in Tubbo’s general direction until he felt a weight on it.
“Here we go. Do you remember all that, Dream? You have to remember,” he added quietly, taking a couple more steps in the man’s direction and holding out both the bread and the diamond. With how close he got, he finally saw the mix of anxiety and worry in the man’s eyes. Slowly, Dream nodded, and tried to reach out towards the items. “That’s perfect. I knew you’d remember. Remember our date, the night I proposed to you-”
Something about the word “proposed” seemed to do, well, something. Dream’s hand fell back down, and he hung his head again. This time though, instead of coughing, something… else happened. Within a blink of an eye, the man’s body was lifted off the ground and slowly raised, his expression suddenly numb. Fundy stumbled back in panic, holding both of the items close to himself and looking to Tubbo for… anything, really. Reassurance, answers, anything-
“Tubbo, you’re the expert, what- What does this mean?!” he asked. The boy slowly shook his head, looking up at Dream with a confused expression.
“...That wasn’t in the book,” he admitted, and Fundy’s eyes widened.
“What?!” he asked, looking back at Dream. There was no way he… there was no way this was hurting him too, right? The Dreamon was lying, he established that, there was no way… he wasn’t killing Dream, was he? Even the thought of that made his stomach turn, this couldn’t-
There was a sudden flash of green again, much stronger than the previous one. It was accompanied by the strange invisible wave again, too, just a much stronger one than under the arch. It almost knocked Fundy off his feet, it was a miracle he was still standing with how close he was- He briefly rubbed his eyes and looked back up, Dream’s body was still hanging up in the air, unmoving and almost lifeless… He stared for a moment, there was no way that he- no, no, he was- this was supposed to help Dream, to save him, not… not kill him! But then why… Before he could wonder for too long, the man’s body suddenly dropped.
“Dream!” he called out, rushing over barely in time to soften the fall but not nearly fast enough to safely catch him. He ended up tumbling to the ground, but at least he helped… right? “Dream? Dream, are you- can you hear me?” he asked, feeling his panic grow with each second of silence.
“...Is he breathing?” Tubbo asked, approaching him ever-so-slightly. That was… a reasonable question. Fundy looked at the man’s chest, watching for any movement… After just a couple of seconds, he noticed its slow motion. It raised and fell, raised and fell, raised and…
“He is!” he breathed a sigh of relief. He was, he was breathing, this was okay, he was okay, he was alive- “Dream? Dream, are you okay? Is he okay?” he asked, turning to Tubbo. When the boy shrugged, Fundy looked back at his unconscious finance.
After a second of thought, he removed his Dreamon Hunter coat and gently wrapped it around the man’s body. If the symbol on it really had protective properties, there was no one else who needed those more right now. Tubbo didn’t tell him not to do that, and he didn’t object now, so he figured that was alright. The boy finally made his way over to his side and crouched down next to him. He watched Dream for a moment before turning his gaze to Fundy.
“I think it worked. He seems… fine,” he informed, and Fundy nodded slowly. That was a big relief for sure. Another beat of silence passed with Tubbo starting to look through the book again and Fundy holding his fiance closer, finding comfort in the sound of his heartbeat. Eventually, a quiet groan escaped the man’s lips.
“Dream?!” Fundy asked, lowering the man slightly just in time to see his eyes opening. “Dream, are you- are you okay?” he asked, and the first answer he got was a low grunt.
“...Fundy?” the man asked quietly. He sounded admittedly tired, but like himself. Before the relief from that could fully settle in, Fundy noticed the gold sword suddenly in Tubbo’s hand.
“Dream, I need you to answer some questions,” he informed. Right, they shouldn’t lower their guards yet, that was smart. The man nodded slowly as a response. “Okay… how do you feel?”
“...I don’t… I feel… new,” he answered. Was that good? Or bad? Tubbo glanced down into his book and nodded.
“Okay, okay, that’s… good. Do you know what happened?” he asked. A slight frown appeared on the man’s face.
“...I think I was… there was this… Thing, it was… controlling me? I was…” his voice trailed off, but Tubbo nodded again.
“That’s enough. Now it’s just… I need you to tell us your name,” he requested.
“...Dream? Why’s that…?” the man tried to ask, taken off guard by the sudden shift in the ‘difficulty’ of the questions.
“...I think he’s cured,” Tubbo announced, closing the book and putting it away.
Immediately, Fundy pulled Dream closer and trapped him in a warm embrace. The man relaxed into the touch, his hands somehow finding their way to the fox hybrid’s jacket and gently clutching at it, a possible attempt to return the gesture. With all the relief finally crushing down on him, Fundy found himself experiencing oh-so-many different emotions. What should he even say?! There were so many things he could mention, so many words that needed to be spoken between them, so many questions he wanted to ask…
“...Dream, how long… How long was that thing with you?” he asked finally. That was a good place to start, he knew it must’ve been recent-
“A… week? Or two…?” the man admitted hesitantly, and the fox hybrid’s stomach dropped. How long? He pulled Dream even closer and tried to find any words that could go through his throat after hearing that.
“...I’m… so sorry, I- I should’ve noticed, I wasn’t…” he started. Dream slowly shook his head against his shoulder, so he paused. It was true, though, he should’ve noticed. Sure, maybe determining that his fiance was possessed wasn’t something he was expected to do, but he should’ve at least realized something was off! If he only noticed, would things be different? Would they be okay? “...I’m sorry,” he said again. Dream took a deep breath, and before Fundy could advise him not to strain his voice, he responded.
“...And I’m sorry too,” he muttered a quiet apology. Sorry for what?! For being possessed? There was nothing Dream should’ve been sorry about- “...For what I did to you. I wasn’t…” he continued faintly. That didn’t make any sense, it was out of his control, wasn’t it?
“...It’s alright, it wasn’t your fault. And you didn’t hurt me, so… it’s okay,” he assured just in case the man’s memory was patchy. He hadn’t hurt him physically, at least, and… everything else could be handled later. Dream gave another nod as a response, and they fell into silence until Tubbo cleared his throat.
“Hey, uh…” he said. He was reading the book again. “I don’t want to alarm you, but there’s still a Dreamon on the loose. This didn’t kill it, it just got it out of Dream,” he informed, pointing to a page that probably said that. A new weight appeared in Fundy’s chest.
“...What do we do, then?” he asked. He looked around, as if the Dreamon would patiently watch them from behind the car or something… his gaze came across his golden sword, somehow still in one piece, and he felt a slight wave of relief. Now that his fiance was safe and they’d be facing just the Dreamon, he wouldn’t hesitate to fight it. Tubbo’s response snapped him out of his thoughts.
“I need to get more books on those things, this one isn’t enough… we also need to set up a base for this… maybe a camp? Can you do that?” he answered. Fundy nodded, he could set up a camp with no issues, except…
“...Sure, but... Can I just get Dream somewhere safer first?” he responded. The man was still barely awake, so the fox hybrid didn’t think taking him along to set up a base was a good idea… and there was no way he was leaving him, of course. Tubbo seemed to understand that.
“Yeah, yeah, of course,” he agreed without any hesitation. “When you’re done, set up the camp in line with the arch we used for the ritual,” he instructed. Fundy was certain there was a reason for that, so he decided against questioning the order.
“I will,” he nodded. Tubbo smiled faintly before getting off the ground, straightening his coat, and leaving. Fundy could swear he heard the boy wishing them well as he walked away, but it wasn’t clear enough to warrant a response. Instead, the fox hybrid turned his attention back to Dream. “...Do you think you can walk?” he asked. The man already opened his mouth to answer, but paused.
“...I hope so,” he muttered eventually, and Fundy nodded.
Well, there was one way to check. He got up to his feet and held his hands out to the man, helping him off the ground and making sure the coat he was given didn’t slip down his shoulders. His legs seemed to be more than shaky, but with the option to lean on Fundy instead of just falling, he managed to keep his balance. With no hesitation, the fox hybrid put his hands on Dream’s sides to assist him further. Now came the big question… where would they be safe?
“...Hey, so…” Fundy started, trying to come up with a reasonable plan. “...Since that Dreamon knows where your base is, do you want to stay in my house for now? I mean, it knows about it too, but it won’t expect to find you there,” he suggested. That was reasonable, right?
“Sounds great,” Dream nodded, and a smile appeared on his face.
“Alright, perfect! Now, let’s try to walk, okay?” he suggested, and his fiance took a deep breath before taking the first step. With the fox hybrid’s help, he managed to keep his balance.
The way over to Fundy’s home was long, especially with how slow they walked, but that was fine. They weren’t in that much of a rush, and the plain they had to cross was so open they couldn’t possibly miss a dreamon going after them. If it tried anything, Fundy had his gold sword, he could fight and he wasn’t letting anything happen. Eventually, they reached the tower, and the fox hybrid helped Dream over to the bed before going to one of his chests and getting some gold from it. As much as he wanted to stay by the man’s side forever, he still had to set up that camp, and the best he could do was get Dream something to protect himself with. In just a moment, he already approached the man with a brand new gold sword.
“...I need to go, I have to start setting up the camp Tubbo asked for… but this should help you. Gold hurts Dreamons more,” he explained, and his fiance carefully took the weapon off his hands.
“...Thank you,” he nodded, and rested the sword against the bed so he could easily grab it in need. After that, he slowly looked back up at Fundy… his eyes were tired. “...Do you have to go now?” he asked after a moment of silence. The fox hybrid hesitated for a second before smiling and taking a seat by his fiance’s side.
“...I guess I can stay for a moment,” he decided, wrapping his arms around the man again. This time, Dream managed to return the gesture. “And when I’m done with the camp, I won’t leave your side, I promise,” he added.
“Thank you,” Dream said again, leaning into his touch.
Despite everything, Fundy figured they’d be fine. Sure, what Dream had to go through must’ve been horrific, and he wasn’t all that happy with how his day went either, but… that was over now, right? Yeah, the Dreamon wasn’t possessing anyone anymore, they were safe, and Fundy was… a Dreamon Hunter? Was that the name Tubbo suggested when they were searching for the then-possessed man? It might’ve been a joke, but he liked the sound of that either way. He was a Dreamon Hunter, and he was able to protect his fiance now… he would never let something like this happen again. Never.
this’ll probably flop but yknow how we all did that thing as kids where we watched out the window of the moving car and imagined someone running along beside it and jumping over the signs and stuff? tell me what your imaginary guy was !!! mine was a hamster in a ball :)
imagine someone asking you if a character gets tortured on dsmp and your answer is "yes but don't worry the character is shown to be an unsympathetic villain" and then the person goes in and said character is shown to be actively self-harming and is constantly in a state of begging for his fucking life and is said to be "shaky and silent" after the torture like imagine thinking "but it happens to a bad person" to be a mitigating factor for someone who may be triggered by torture scenes or their aftermath
one of the biggest things im seeing in the replies is that c!dream is a horrible person, so obviously no one should be an apologist for him.
and yeah, we know hes really shitty. we know he did horrible shit. that doesnt mean we cant be apologists though!
the definition of an apologist is "a person who offers an argument in defense of something controversial"
the definition of a sympathizer is "a person who agrees with or supports a sentiment or opinion"
an apologist isnt someone who excuses his actions, for the most part we're just defending him from mischaracterization and the like, and analyzing his motives and mindset. someone who did agree with what he did or excuses what he did would be a sympathizer. both of these definitions are the google definitions, and both words originate hundreds of years ago. they aren't words whose definitions can be changed to fit a fandom like "stan" can
the best thing about c!dream and all the characters from the dream smp is that theyre all fictional! it doesnt matter if someone likes or dislikes a character, or how they like or dislike them. none of them are real, and ones perspective of them doesnt determine ones real life morals.
plenty of people love fictional villains. in every fandom, there are people who love the "bad guys."
(with the way the dream smp works as a roleplay, every character has a perspective and therefore there are no heroes or villains. sure, there are protagonists and antagonists based on which characters you follow, but i digress.)
something cc!wilbur has said is that every character is morally grey. that includes c!dream! that doesnt mean every action he does is morally grey, abuse and manipulation are pretty morally black. but that isnt what makes a character morally grey. he does bad things with good motives. he does what he believes will achieve his goal, which he believes is good. to him, the ends justify the means. if the end goal is good, it doesnt matter how bad the method of achieving it is
would like to reiterate, c!dream apologists do acknowledge hes a shitty person. put a bunch of us in a group chat or discord server and we talk about how horrible our beloved meow meow is (/lh). but hes still a super complex character with a lot of depth, and cc!dream says that hes very reserved. he makes for a great character to study the motives of, even if it can be difficult
c!dream has done really shitty things, i would never say otherwise, but nearly every other character had done shitty things similar or equal to things c!dream had done. but you rarely see people saying these kinds (op's post) about those apologists.
just let people enjoy characters how they like! theyre all fictional, none of them are real. and none of it is indicative of their real life morals!
why c!q isn’t dying permanently tomorrow (because i’ve seen the theory circulate + it’s making me Anxious lol)
i don’t think it makes sense for c!q to die permanently tomorrow because a) he still has two lives and losing two in one hour seems unlikely and b) i don’t think it fits his story.
c!quackity hasn’t even reached any sort of climax: hasn’t reached his ‘c!wilbur moment’ where he’s reached rock bottom / has nothing to live for / no one that can help, and he hasn’t had anything resolved or concluded. by ‘final act’ i’m sure cc!quackity means that he’s concluding the CURRENT arc for c!quackity that will end tomorrow night. (current arc ending probably with the destruction of kinoko kingdom + maybe c!quackity losing another canon life.)
also, too many characters’s stories are currently tied to c!quackity (wilbur, tubbo, sam, las nevadas crew) that are planning to continue. wilbur said in a stream a few nights ago that the arc between him and quackity will ‘tie up soon’, implying that c!quackity has to survive in order to tie up this arc. plus, killing c!quackity leaves a vast hole for the characters in the las nevadas arc, namely c!fundy, c!purpled, c!foolish + c!slime. if c!quackity died, the impact of their understanding that they’ve been manipulated / c!q was wrong / etc would be less heightened.
tl;dr c!quackity is 100% not going to lose his other 2 lives tomorrow: his story hasn’t been resolved and cc!quackity has expressed his adoration for lore. i doubt he’s stopping any time soon.
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